Down 4.2 (32.2 lbs total)
I got back on the horse that bucked me and tracked all my food this week. I also began my training walks for the Times Colonist 10K walk on Sunday, April 27. And look what happened!
The blinding simplicity of it! The sheer A + B + C of it! The utter lack of mystery!
Thank you all again for your encouragement - I'm sure I'll need it again.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Weeks 23 and 24 Results and Lessons Learned...
Up 2lbs (28 lbs total)
I missed my first WW meeting. I worked late that night (week 23) but I should have got my butt out of bed on Saturday morning and weighed in then. However, I did go back on week 24 and discovered that my worst fears weren't going to be realized - I had only gained 2 lbs over the 2 weeks. I had been indulgently soothing my stress and worries with the usual foods: pizza, natchos, fries and burgers and I hadn't tracked a thing. I thought I'd gained about 5 lbs.
The good thing from this was that it reinforced my belief that going to the meetings is one of the most important things you can do on this journey. People had noticed my absence and were quick to welcome me back, to offer me consoling stories of their lapses and give me words of encouragement and advice. And it all helped. I left the meeting with a renewed sense of purpose and a goal of tracking my points between now and next meeting - one day at a time, keep the eyes down and on the small goal of losing a pound at the next weigh-in. It's easy to get discouraged when you look at the still-distant goal (the one that lies beyond 50 x 50 but isn't so alliterative!) It feels like it will never happen and it diminishes the success you should feel at losing almost 30 lbs.
So, thank you to all those people who took the time to think of me and offer me their thoughts and best wishes, those words really made an impression on me and gave me the lift to get over this hurdle. And a special thank you to you, beeflady!
I missed my first WW meeting. I worked late that night (week 23) but I should have got my butt out of bed on Saturday morning and weighed in then. However, I did go back on week 24 and discovered that my worst fears weren't going to be realized - I had only gained 2 lbs over the 2 weeks. I had been indulgently soothing my stress and worries with the usual foods: pizza, natchos, fries and burgers and I hadn't tracked a thing. I thought I'd gained about 5 lbs.
The good thing from this was that it reinforced my belief that going to the meetings is one of the most important things you can do on this journey. People had noticed my absence and were quick to welcome me back, to offer me consoling stories of their lapses and give me words of encouragement and advice. And it all helped. I left the meeting with a renewed sense of purpose and a goal of tracking my points between now and next meeting - one day at a time, keep the eyes down and on the small goal of losing a pound at the next weigh-in. It's easy to get discouraged when you look at the still-distant goal (the one that lies beyond 50 x 50 but isn't so alliterative!) It feels like it will never happen and it diminishes the success you should feel at losing almost 30 lbs.
So, thank you to all those people who took the time to think of me and offer me their thoughts and best wishes, those words really made an impression on me and gave me the lift to get over this hurdle. And a special thank you to you, beeflady!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Week 22 Results and Lessons Learned...
Up .2 lbs (30 lbs total)
I have actually been thinking about this weight gain rather than just wailing in despair (which, don't get me wrong, I have also been doing) and I have realized that I am experiencing the onset of depression. I am a depressive personality, cycling through the lows at least once a year. And food is my solace, my stress release, a way of loving myself when I feel the rest of the world doesn't. I've lost the sense of hope about the future that I have when I'm not depressed, and you need hope to diet. Unfortunately knowing I'm entering a depressive cycle is not the same as "curing" it and I'm still reaching for the food. So, my thoughts about this phase are that I just have to get through it without doing too much damage to myself - I'll eat the healthy choices when I can and try to get some exercise in and keep going to meetings. One day I will wake up with a renewed sense of joy and hope and the week will fly by and I will lose some weight, until then I am going to try and be kind to myself in as many non-food ways as I can.
I have actually been thinking about this weight gain rather than just wailing in despair (which, don't get me wrong, I have also been doing) and I have realized that I am experiencing the onset of depression. I am a depressive personality, cycling through the lows at least once a year. And food is my solace, my stress release, a way of loving myself when I feel the rest of the world doesn't. I've lost the sense of hope about the future that I have when I'm not depressed, and you need hope to diet. Unfortunately knowing I'm entering a depressive cycle is not the same as "curing" it and I'm still reaching for the food. So, my thoughts about this phase are that I just have to get through it without doing too much damage to myself - I'll eat the healthy choices when I can and try to get some exercise in and keep going to meetings. One day I will wake up with a renewed sense of joy and hope and the week will fly by and I will lose some weight, until then I am going to try and be kind to myself in as many non-food ways as I can.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Weeks 20 and 21 Results and Lessons Learned...
Up 4.8 then down 1.6 (30.2 lbs total)
I have to say that I didn't write last week because I was disheartened - almost 5 pounds up in one week: my ankles were swollen, my eyes were puffy, my rings were tight. But I know it wasn't all water weight, I'd eaten the better part of a bag of Old Dutch Rip-L chips and dip at a Mary Kay party the night before. In fact I'd spent the week eating as though points were a thing of the past. Book club, Dunsmuir Lodge, dinner out for a friend's birthday - endless opportunities to fail and I succeeded at every one.
I seem to have lost the sensibility to eat with sense.
I need some new motivational tactics to get me off this self-induced plateau because right now the visualisation techniques, positive goal setting, mantras and promise of new clothes, are not cutting it. I hear my mind go "yeah, yeah, what's for dinner?" whenever I try to tell it to think of some abstract future goal. The 10% WW goal has been achieved but nothing has taken its place and the end goal of 50 by 50 feels too far away. The only good thing is that my unwavering commitment to attend the meetings has been that - unwavering.
Any help will be appreciated.
I have to say that I didn't write last week because I was disheartened - almost 5 pounds up in one week: my ankles were swollen, my eyes were puffy, my rings were tight. But I know it wasn't all water weight, I'd eaten the better part of a bag of Old Dutch Rip-L chips and dip at a Mary Kay party the night before. In fact I'd spent the week eating as though points were a thing of the past. Book club, Dunsmuir Lodge, dinner out for a friend's birthday - endless opportunities to fail and I succeeded at every one.
I seem to have lost the sensibility to eat with sense.
I need some new motivational tactics to get me off this self-induced plateau because right now the visualisation techniques, positive goal setting, mantras and promise of new clothes, are not cutting it. I hear my mind go "yeah, yeah, what's for dinner?" whenever I try to tell it to think of some abstract future goal. The 10% WW goal has been achieved but nothing has taken its place and the end goal of 50 by 50 feels too far away. The only good thing is that my unwavering commitment to attend the meetings has been that - unwavering.
Any help will be appreciated.
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